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Conversation with my daughter:
Me: Did you send an emial to JennJenn asking if you can borrow her book?
Myr: Not yet. If you type it up, I'll sign it.
Me: I don't think so.
Myr: I can't type.
Me: If you can read, you can type.
Myr: Well... I can't read.
Me: Then you don't need the book.
Myr: I like looking at the pretty picutres.
Me: There are no pictures in the book.
Myr:: The one on the cover. And the letters form pretty patterns. They are fun to look at, too.
Heh. Such is my life.
Myr: Not yet. If you type it up, I'll sign it.
Me: I don't think so.
Myr: I can't type.
Me: If you can read, you can type.
Myr: Well... I can't read.
Me: Then you don't need the book.
Myr: I like looking at the pretty picutres.
Me: There are no pictures in the book.
Myr:: The one on the cover. And the letters form pretty patterns. They are fun to look at, too.
Heh. Such is my life.
Hee!
Person: Hey, that's my book!/Aren't you done with that section of the paper yet?
Other person: No.
Person: Hurry up! You can't read anyhow!
Other person: I know; I just like looking at the pictures.
Alternately:
Me: Dad, are you reading my Mad magazine/comic book?
Dad: I'm censoring it; making sure it's fit for you to read.
Me: I read it already.
Dad: I'm censoring it retroactively.
Re: Hee!
Re: Hee!